Sunday, October 24th, 2004 • 1 Comment on This, That and A Couple of Other Things
Caution: Ramblings ahead. I will try to make the transitions smooth.
It could be the weather (cold, rainy, dreary). It could be because I’m at work (again). It could be the lack of heat in the building (yesterday, it was 95 degrees, today it’s 60). It could be my enthusiastic allergies (what the hell is ragweed?). It could be all these things. Whatever it is, I think I’m getting sick.
I am not tired, however. Sleep is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
If I weren’t working, I’d be at home in my pajamas. You know what other people do on cold, rainy, dreary Sundays? They go to the library. Not to read, though. At
library, books are not the main attraction. People go to my library to sit at a computer and play solitaire or chat in chat rooms or peruse desperate singles at Match.com. Or worse, look for penpals who have a lot of time on their hands (and who have been wrongfully accused, of course). That’s what people come to my library for. Oh, and they bring their children who have as little interest in reading as their parents. The kids want to play games (on the computers, of course) or watch music videos. Oh, and chat. You’re never too young to chat.
I remember thinking, before I started working in a library, how wonderful it would be to be surrounded by books and people who love them. I didn’t expect it to be academia, but I did expect a certain level of intellectual stimulation from my experience (never mind that I work in the children’s room). Ah, how my hopes were dashed. There may be, in some remote corner of the universe, a library where the books are beloved and the patrons are readers. I’d like to work at that library.
When I was a kid, I collected a lot of things. Books, of course. Dolls, too. I wasn’t a play-with-the-dolls kind of little girl, though. I was more the put-on-the-shelf-and-admire-the-dolls kind of little girl. I wonder if that’s why, when other women are clawing at each other to hold a baby, I’m content to sit and watch? I’ll take a turn at the baby-holding, but I don’t usually volunteer for it (it’s usually the baby who wants to come to
I understand baby lust, having experienced it a few times. But I’ve never been one to obsess over something I don’t—or can’t—have. My baby lust is more like fleeting, wistful thoughts than a single-minded quest. Babies don’t stay babies very long, after all. Maybe I just like sleep (and sex) too much to feel that kind of overwrought yearning. Maybe it’s just pure selfishness.
There is a quote, and I can’t think of who said it (I want to say Mae West, because it does sound like her) that goes, “Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.” Good quote. Almost as good as the classic, “We all have wings, but some of us don’t know why.”
Yeah, I’m quoting INXS. It’s that kind of day.